Then she gave birth to her firstborn Son, and she wrapped Him snugly in cloth and laid Him in a feeding trough—because there was no room for them at the lodging place.

“‘Master,’ the slave said, ‘what you ordered has been done, and there’s still room.’

Tell the owner of the house, ‘The Teacher asks you, “Where is the guest room where I can eat the Passover with My disciples?”’

Then he will show you a large, furnished room upstairs. Make the preparations there.”

For who is greater, the one at the table or the one serving? Isn’t it the one at the table? But I am among you as the One who serves.